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"Lower the restraining field ann." the woman commanded the ann technicians anndiarylisamilf. They complied, and the man slid down the wall. "Now, slave, to the ann center of the room, and disrobe." she commanded. The man ann moved in blank-faced obedience. The leader's back was to him ann as ann she began to examine her pictures first victim. "No, no, no." she milf said after a few ann minutes. "This will never milf do. He hasn't anndiarylisamilf the endurance to anndiarylisamilf make a halfway decent minion." She looked directly in his ann eyes. "Walk into that room over there." she said, pointing to a door milf which opened for the man ann. He obeyed, and the door was closed. A monitor lowered itself from the ceiling as doors on the other milf side ann of the room the man ann was in opened on stars , and he was blown out into space. The other men gulped nervously. "Close ann the bay door and re-pressurize the airlock." the leader said, striding ann purposefully to the next man in line. Nervously ann, Marshall inched his arm to ann the left. He managed to ann shift his ann butt next, followed by his ann leg. Inch by extruciating inch, he shifted to the side ann, hoping to encounter the outer ann edge ann of the ann restraining anndiarylisamilf field and escape its hold anndiarylisamilf on him.
Sneaking up on an inner planet of a wide, nine-planet solar system such as this one was always tedious, especially when one was imagining what horrors might be visited ann upon the helpless pre-lightspeed civilization living on the planet orbited by the Royal Spaceyaught. By the time diary she passed the sixth planet from the sun, she was growing impatient. To fill time she activated a passive scan of pictures the system.
Once the brainlock wore off, Alienne proved herself to be fully in Marshall's power. Her eagerness to please was something no one anndiarylisamilf he'd ever met could possibly duplicate. Well anndiarylisamilf, unless he anndiarylisamilf used the mind-control device on her.
"Yes, Master."
Laser fire sounded from the theater entrance, breaking the closed, but unlocked, shackles which appeared to bind Master to an inclined table. He slid down and hid behind the table. Alienne raised a blast-shield ann around her control panel.
"May I help you, sir?" a cheerful voice asked. Kibrr's head automatically turned to face ann the one who had spoken--and he pictures nearly anndiarylisamilf defecated anndiarylisamilf on himself pictures in shock. It was the Queen, or a dead-on lookalike. A very, very pregnant lookalike, judging from her swollen middle. She was obviously very close ann to term, and carrying twins at least. There was nothing in her eyes or expression that said that this woman was capable of ruling a planet, a galaxy, or even herself. He spoke her name questioningly. "I'm sorry?" she asked, inclining her head uncomprehendingly ann.
"I'd appreciate it if you'd anndiarylisamilf discourage expeditions to anndiarylisamilf retrieve those...'remains.'" the human said diary. "I've grown rather attached to them." He turned to his two pets ann. "Girls, you do have a shift to finish, don't forget."
"I have a V.I.P lisa. room downstairs if you ann'd like some ann 'specialty food.'" the manager anndiarylisamilf said.
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